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While doing some last minute Christmas shopping, Mrs. Slug received a call on her slugphone. (The bubbling sound you hear is just the newest ringtone from the hot new band "Goo me right.")

Mr. Slug asked Mrs. Slug, "Whats for dinner?"

Mrs. Slug replied, "If you don't let me off this phone, it's gonna be either McSluggles or PizzaSlug."

Mr. Slug was silent for a moment. He could sense the shopping fatigue in Mrs. Slug's voice. He took a deep breath, wiggled his tail and said, "Don't worry honey, I'll just stop by the taco place and pick up a couple of leaf burritos."

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Doe-t-doe-t-doe. {My, the ground is cold today. What was that? I felt a thump. I know that thump. Uh-oh, I hear squeels and giggles. Where is it? It's coming closer. If only I had legs to run as fast as it could, I'd hide from it. Oh well, I suppose I'll try to play dead for a few minutes. Maybe that will work.}

And Mr. Slug was quickly swept up into the tiny little hand of a four year old boy. The boy told him how excited he was to have Mr. Slug as his special pet. "I will take you home and make you a bed. I'll bring you some food and we'll play everyday, Mr. Slug."

Mr. Slug thought maybe this funny little person wasn't half bad. After all, it didn't pull out his pieces or throw him in the air. This little person was loving him. What get's any better than that?

When I was a kid we had a slug problem one year. My dad got some advice--apparently, stale beer is a good way to lure--and drown--slugs.

The problem was, my dad is a Baptist pastor, and he and my mom don't drink alcohol at all. Somehow, he got some beer, though. I don't remember the end of the story, but eventually the slugs were gone. Hopefully they exited life in a pleasantly inebriated state.

Mr. Slug's POV: Here I am pulling myself along across the same sidewalk that I must have crossed a dozen times, thought Mr. Slug as he stopped to taste sap on the concrete. “I love this stuff,” he called to his wife who was resting in the planter box. “It’s so much better on concrete than dirt.” He waved his head from side to side to see if another drop of sap had landed close by. Finding none, he continued on toward his wife and the safety of the planter box. While the sap is good, there’s a lot of danger out on the sidewalk. A few sunrises ago, he had a close call with a bicycle tire. The planter box has its share of danger, too. When the cat was inside, there was less danger in the planter box. When the cat was outside, though, it liked to weave between the plants. Mr. Slug found when he was moving along, the cat would sometimes put his paw on his side and push him along a bit. That always smarted a bit. But, if he wasn’t moving, the cat would just step over him.

Nice photograph! I like the cut of your jib, Mr. Slug! Every day is an adventure, and today is no exception. Here's my two cents worth, for whatever it's worth.... While doing some last minute Christmas shopping, Mrs. Slug received a call on her slugphone. (The bubbling sound you hear is just the newest ringtone from the hot new band "Goo me right.") Mr. Slug asked Mrs. Slug, "Whats for dinner?" Mrs. Slug replied, "If you don't let me off this phone, it's gonna be either McSluggles or PizzaSlug." Mr. Slug was silent for a moment. He could sense the shopping fatigue in Mrs. Slug's voice. He took a deep breath, wiggled his tail and said, "Don't worry honey, I'll just stop by the taco place and pick up a couple of leaf burritos." Very truly yours, I remain, your most obediant servant, with love, from the Honorable Mr. and Mrs. Slug of Slug's Rest, Oregon, USA. Feel free to visit anytime, we'll leave the light on for you!

Slug’s point of view! Slugs point of view!!!! What about my point of view! I’m the poor sod of a Pansy leaf that he’s aiming for. How would you like to wake up to the sound of that slithering across the patio and see those huge eyes staring at you? Do you know that the rows of teeth in a slug are called radula and that a slug can have 2,500 teeth! Imagine that crawling towards you and you’ll never worry about the slug’s point of view again. It’s OK for you humans, you’ve got legs, you can run from them. I’m rooted to the spot, literally. Helllllpppp!

Many don't understand me. They call me slow. Lazy. They've even called me boring. They don't understand why I take so long to do everything, they're just too worried about their stupid, fast lives that all they manage to see is the frentic blur around them, for they run for everything, not taking a pause to breathe. If they did, oh my, they would really enjoy the good things of life! But no, they only care about arriving on time and doing things quickly, always quickly, always worried about speed...If only they slowed down... They would see what I see, they would feel what I feel...They would see the charm of a not-in-a-hurry life, they would forget about the clock, always following them. They would finally get time to do whatever they want to do.They would appreciate the sun, the moon, the soft summer breeze, the colours of nature, the good and worthy things in life...

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